[The words I'll talk to him, still have him a little nervous. Derek's fine with him, but talking to Lydia and Stiles almost makes him seem like the exception, he's not sure how that conversation will go. And Peter likes them both. The last thing he wants is tensions between Roman and his Alpha.]
Fuck rules.
[Peter isn't great with boxes. There are only a few things that Peter is sure that he wants, and this is one of them. Touching him. The fact that it's okay to touch him. The fact that their lips touch and his hands clutch against his shoulders, tight, nails curving into cloth as mouths touch. The rest are still hard to admit even to himself.
It's different, this time. He's not in a skin that's softer, maybe easier, they're not drowning in blood and foreign compulsions. It's just them, and it's real. It feels like a flare, like a spark, like heat that spreads between them and he holds on tighter.]
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Fuck rules.
[Peter isn't great with boxes. There are only a few things that Peter is sure that he wants, and this is one of them. Touching him. The fact that it's okay to touch him. The fact that their lips touch and his hands clutch against his shoulders, tight, nails curving into cloth as mouths touch. The rest are still hard to admit even to himself.
It's different, this time. He's not in a skin that's softer, maybe easier, they're not drowning in blood and foreign compulsions. It's just them, and it's real. It feels like a flare, like a spark, like heat that spreads between them and he holds on tighter.]